hi i hope yall still care about me ;) but anyways here this is WARNING it has smut in this part so like be aware sis (AND PETER IS LEGAL!!!)
After an hour or two, I end up beside Peter watching Black Mirror.
“This fucks with my brain so badly,” Peter mutters. I nod in agreement. We’re inches away, and I can’t deny that I want to hold him in my arms. I glance at him. He looks so fucking cute with his stupidly adorable curls and tiny but muscular frame. ‘Just pull a move on him, you prude!’ the white box terrorizes me. I roll my eyes. Fine. I pretend to stretch and reach for the ceiling. I place my arm around him smoothly.
Peter glances at me. I pretend that I didn’t do anything out of place. “Wade,” Peter says in a quiet wavering voice. I pretend I don’t hear him either. He sighs and I nuzzle him closer. Peter groans in defeat and shifts over to drapes his arm over my chest. “Tony is going to kick my ass.”
“What, is he your dad or something?” I mock.
“Wow, you can talk!” he says, complaining about me ignoring him. “Yeah, I guess. I don’t know.”
“How does your real dad feel about that?” I joke. Peter looks at me.
“Wouldn’t know. He’s dead,” he says likes a normal thing to say to people. I look at him with sympathy. “It’s okay.”
“You got a sad backstory then?” I ask.
“I guess. My mom and dad were killed in a plane crash. My uncle died because of me. I was bullied all my life, and was abused at one point in my life. I guess I have daddy issues,” Peter shrugs. “I don’t really like to think about it though. I mean, I’ve got lots of good things in my life.”
I sigh. Poor Pete. “I don’t know how you do it. How you act to positive all the time even though life has fucked you over. I can’t do that. I became a fucking mercenary for god's sake.”
“Did anything bad happen to you? Well, stupid question, obviously, but what happened?” he asks with his adorable doe eyes that make me want to kill myself.
“Yeah. My dad was abusive as hell. He was the devil. My mom died of cancer, and one day, I finally went and killed my dad. I joined the military and continued to kill. I contracted cancer, but Weapon X helped me stay alive, and now I have all this shit on me and I have regeneration skills. Even though I don’t even want to stay alive, I’ve really got no other choice,” I sigh. Peter squeezes me tighter.
“I’m sorry,” he mutters. ‘We have to protect him with our life,’ the white box says. Yeah, we do.
“Not your fault. Don’t sweat it.”
“People think you’re so bad and everything, but deep down, you really aren’t. You just need love, Wade,” he mumbles into my chest. If I had a soul, I would’ve cried. I let out a soft laugh.
“You’re more adorable than I thought you were, baby boy,” I say. Peter lets out an embarrassed groan. I laugh again. I play with his hair and we lay in silence with Black Mirror in the background. I feel peaceful. Finally. For once. Something feels weird in my chest, but it’s kind of nice. ‘I think it’s called love?’ the yellow box wonders. Maybe. Probably. Most likely. I don’t want to think about that right now. ‘We’re cuddling with him, you have to think about it.’ the white box says. Okay. Yes. I do love him. Now, go fuck off to wherever you came from. Both boxes cheer.
Peter picks his head up and looks at me. I look at him with a questioning look. “What’s wrong?” I ask. Peter’s cheeks go red.
“I-I don’t know.” He looks bothered. “I don’t know what’s happening,” he mumbles and averts his eyes.
“What do you mean?” I ask. He looks at me again and props himself up.
“I don’t know. I’ve never really felt this before. And I’m kind of scared,” he says. ‘Holy shit, is this what we think this is?’ ‘I think so. C’mon, let’s get our game on!’ I can’t. My heart's beating so fast that I can’t even get out a crummy joke. ‘Yes, we can, pussy!’
“Yeah?” I say, my voice wavering for a second. Peter nods.
“I think I know, actually. I just need more.... Convincing,” he mutters the last word while drawing shapes on my chest with his finger. ‘WE SHALL GET THOU ASS TODAY,’ the yellow box yells. ‘FOR ONCE, WE SHALL NOT FUCK IT ALL UP,’ the white box opposes.
“What kind of convincing?” I whisper, leaning closer to his face. I can see him tense up.
“Up for you to decide,” he says, leaning until our noses touch. I close the gaps in between by lightly kissing him. Would’ve done it harder, but considering his shot wound, that’s a no. ‘YES! YEEEES!’ ‘Oh shit, his lips are ridiculously soft.’ I reach for his soft brown hair and dig into it. He presses on my shoulders more with his arms and deepens the kiss. I can’t explain what my heart does. It feels like it’s doing somersaults and dancing wildly. I finally feel like I’m doing something right. It feels right. I pull away to breathe and look at Peter. He looks shocked. “Did we just-- holy shit,” Peter laughs.
I laugh too. “You’re too cute.”
Peter blushes. “Shut it.” Peter goes back to cuddling with me.
After having a panic attack for missing class, my wound suddenly doesn’t hurt at all. There’s no pressure or anything.
“Wade, can you check my stomach? I think it’s healed,” I ask.
“Already, sweetie?” Wade tilts his head. I nod. I lay down and take off my shirt. Wade looks at my torso and licks his lips. I feel heat come up to my face. “I think your stomach looks good. Real good.”
“Check my wound, not my abs,” I mumble. Wade just laughs. Wade unwraps the bandage and bam, it just looks like a scar.
“Damn. Guess your healing abilities are good,” Wade says, tracing his fingers over the healed wound.
“Guess so.” I push Wade away and stand up. I stretch and groan. Damn, I haven’t stood up for so long. I start climbing the walls and the ceiling.
“Goddamnit, do I have chase you around the house?!” Wade yells as I crawl to the other room and he laughs and chases me. I sprint-crawl to different rooms and then finally, when I return to his room, I fall from the ceiling and Wade catches me bridal style. Wade tilts his head back a bit and laughs. I giggle and watch him. He’s so beautiful, I think I might die. Wade finally catches his breath and looks at me.
I reach up and press my lips on his. Fuck, I really can’t get enough of his kisses. Wade licks the bottom of my lips, and I eagerly open my mouth. He twirls in my mouth and I softly moan in response. I can feel him smile from my mewl. He tastes like one of those cologne smelling candles and he smells like faintly of gunpowder. I shift my body to wrap my legs around his waist and sling my arms around his neck.
Our kiss heats up more and more, and Wade squeezes my ass. I whimper and instinctively grind on him as he lets out a low groan. He pulls away to dot kisses down to my neck. Wade opens his mouth against my skin and licks the skin with his wet warm tongue. I bit down on my lower lip to try and muffle my moans, but it fails and I let out a strangled noise. I glance at the TV, that’s still playing episodes from Black Mirror.
“Wade,” I pause to moan again, “Shouldn’t we at least pause the episode?” I weakly ask.
“But, you taste too good, Pete,” Wade muffles in my skin. I whine as he bites and sucks down. My hips buck up into him and suddenly, I want to tear off the boxers Wade gave me and my stupid thong.
“Just, fuck me Wade, please,” I whine, not even realizing what I’m saying until it leaves my mouth. I can feel Wade chuckle and squeeze my ass again.
“What a horny spider,” Wade cooes. I groan in frustration. Wade teasingly licks my neck slowly. I scratch at his back and whimper more.
“Please, Wade, please,” I helplessly say.
“Such a whiny baby boy, hm?” Wade says with his hot breath into my ear, which sends shivers up my spine. “If you want it so badly, then beg.”
My breath hitches, and I begin to babble while Wade keeps on teasing me with slow neck kisses. “Please Wade, I need you in me, or in my mouth, please, I want to taste you and want you to fill me up,” I rant. I win this match since Wade makes a gutteral low moan.
Wade pulls away and sternly says, “On your knees, now.” His command makes my skin get goosebumps. I let go of him and kneel. Wade takes off his shirt first, then drops his basketball shorts and boxers. Holy shit. His dick is bigger than I ever expected. My member twitches in response of looking at him. I grab him in his hand and lick the tip. Wade huffs and grabs my hair.
I swirl around him and I can taste his precum which causes me to close my eyes and moan. I take him deeper in my mouth, going halfway, but gagging. Wade pulls my hair and forces me down. It goes basically down my throat and I choke a bit, and hold back reflexive tears. I look up at Wade and his head is tilted back. His eyebrows are furrowed together and he’s biting his lip. Seeing him like that makes a different and pleasuring feeling in my gut.
Spit is starting to dribble down my chin, but I don’t care because I’m making Wade feel good. I grip his hips and move up and down and suck as much as I can. His grip on my hair tightens and I moan. I palm myself and I moan even louder. I can hear him hiss and curse. Wade pulls me away and looks down on me. I probably look like a mess, I’m basically drooling on myself and my eyes are watering. Wade pull me up from my hair and kisses me harshly. I loosely kiss back, letting him take all the control.
He throws me onto the bed and says, “Take off your shirt.” I hurriedly take it off and throw it across the room. Wade kisses me again and his hands roam everywhere while my fingernail dig into his skin on his back. His hands go down to my boxers and he yanks them down. He pulls apart again to look down at my thong and he growls. My thong is sticky and wet from all the precum. He palms me and pleasure shoots up all over my body and I let out an embarrassingly loud high-pitched moan.
Wade reached under to get a hold of my ass and he lowers to my bulge and licks through the material. I didn’t know I was capable of being so loud until now. His hot breath and warm slick tongue moves all over my member while also gripping my butt. I clutch the blanket underneath me as tightly as I can.
“Daddy,” I mumble. Wade stops and looks up at me. Fuck. I said that out loud.
“I knew you had a fucking daddy kink,” Wade says in victory. I groan in embarrassment. “It’s okay, baby boy. I think it’s hot and adorable. Now, roll over and let me see that cute ass of yours.” I let out a strangled noise. I roll over and bend over. I’m expecting him to slap my ass or something, but instead I feel something hot and wet and it rims around my asshole. I wail and arch my back. Wade prods inside of me and he finally slips in. He thrashes his tongue up and down.
“Daddy,” I say in a weak broken voice. He hums which sends vibrations through my spine. He keeps on shoving his tongue in and out and his teeth scrapes the skin above my hole. My legs start to shake just from that and I squeal loudly.
Wade stops and I wait patiently for whatever's coming next. I hear a click and cold liquid drip. I hiss and Wade sticks his slick finger inside me. I groan uncomfortably. “It hurts,” I mumble.
“I know, baby boy,” he says, his hand trailing down my back in comfort.
“Will it feel better soon?” I ask in a soft voice. Wade stops twisting his finger and looks at me. I look back.
“Have you never done this before with a guy?” he asks. I shake my head, a little embarrassed. “Are you sure you want to do this then? It’s okay if we stop.”
“No-- I want to do this.” Wade still looks unsure. “Please.” That makes him start twisting and turning his finger all around again. After a few seconds, it feels better and better. My breath hitches and he adds another finger. It burns, but the pleasure is still there. I bite my hand as he keeps on pumping into me. I moan helplessly and perch my ass higher. He adds another one and I’m getting more used to the burning and I moan automatically. He brushes past a certain spot inside me, and muscle in my body shakes and a high pitched moan escapes my lips. Pleasure spasms in my muscles. I’m basically drooling all over my hand.
He pulls his fingers away and I whimper in loss of touch. Wade picks me up from my hips and flips me around. We look into each other eyes for a minute and then lowers me on to his member. All I think is that it’s so big. It burns a lot and I make a strangled noise in my throat. I feel full of him and I dig my head into the nook of his neck as he waits for my body to adjust.
“Please move, daddy,” I mumble. Wade groans and starts to move.
“So...tight,” he grunts. A warm pleasant feeling washes over me. He slowly thrusts in me, picking up the speed and harshness. His moans make me stir and send goosebumps to my skin. I match up with his rhythm and fuck myself down on him. I repeat ‘daddy’ over and over again which makes Wade all riled up. I don’t realize how aroused he gets from that, until he goes to the wall and slams me against it, thrusting right into the same sweet spot.
I scream. Like, an actual, girlish scream. He’s relentless, using all his force on me. He’s gripping me so tightly, I know there’s gonna be a bad bruise there. “You feel good now, baby boy?” he groans in my ear.
“Yes! Yes, feel so good, daddy, I feel so good,” I breathlessly say.
“Yeah?” Wade says, tugging my hair again. I moan in response. I claw at his back and start kissing him too hard and sloppily. I don’t care though, I’m too far gone to care about anything, even about how fucking loudly I’m moaning. Wade hits the spot again and I pull away to tilt my head and moan. His open lips trail down to my neck and I can feel his hot breath, and I’m so, so close. He keeps on ramming in the same place, and at this rate, I’ll break apart. My wrecked moans escape my lips and I’m trying so hard not to cry of pleasure. “I’m close, sweetie,” he grunts.
“Close too,” I say, out of breath. I can’t even form sentences anymore. Everything is so overwhelming with pleasure and I’m shaking hard. He rams it perfectly in the spot and it feels like everything stops. Intense pleasure violently courses through my body while Wade moans loudly and cums in me and I fall unconscious for two seconds.
I open my eyes and I raise my head from the nook of his neck. Everything's so hazy, but I can see Wade’s smile. My body aches, but in a good way. He kisses my forehead and pulls away from me. Cum drips out of me, and it’s really uncomfortable.
“Lemme go get a rag to clean up,” Wade says, looking at me. I nod. He leaves and I lean off the wall to try and get my clothes. One step, and oof. I end up on the ground. “Alright, I got it--,” he says. “Oh.”
“I can’t get up,” I mumble. Wade laughs.
“Did I really fuck you that good?”
“You’re so good,” I slur. I force my heavy eyelids open and look up at him. He’s already clothed and he’s looking down at me with a sly smirk. He sighs and picks me up and slings me across his shoulder.
“Well, you are good too, for a beginner.”
I’d flip him off, but he wouldn’t see and I’m too exhausted. He lays me gently on the bed and pecks my lips. I use the tiny amount of strength I have left to grab his shirt and pull him in for a slow kiss.
“I love you, Wade,” I murmur. I open my eyes again, and he looks at me back with an unreadable expression.
“I love you too, Peter.” He pauses again in silence. “Now, go to sleep.” I nod and close my eyes. In a second, I’m dozed off.
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